Goodbye with a poem

Ghana (ma baa bumom, I have come again) 

Akwaaba, the warm wind whispers to me as I step off the plane 

voices composedof that familiaily, ancestral tongue of twi 

I have come hoe to findi t waiting changed and unrecogniable at times,  

yet still home 

still grasping at my heart 

hugging my head with tiny recalling of memories triggered from random acts, spontaneous smell and welcoming wanderers my spirit has forgotten 

faces forgetten  

memories mesmerized to the backdrop in my brain 

I feared, I will forget you grandmother, but now I know that could never occur 

I feared, I would not recognize you father, but now I know amidst a sea of strangers, your face is in mine and shall never fade 

land where my blood was made spilled and blessed 

I feared you would regret me, would not recognize the new, fresh skin, the filled in meat on my bones. the ages featrues, the americanized tongue 

but I promised I will come back, so ma baa bumom( I have come back)  

the brightest black star of Africa 

Maama Yaa Feniba 

Owusu 

Fobih 

Kwame Nkrumah 

in all this, I came back.  

I felt your love tugging at my being, 11 years had been too  

our secret sorrows were turning distant and objective 

our helpless hope fleeting without resistance 

our tongues slowly detangling  

To you I have retruned, from you I shall leave once again with the lesson, always SANKOFA.  Though I may go from coast to coast, The Gold Coast, whose riches will forever bless me 

whose ocean will forever purify me whose land will forever ground me 

me da see (Thank you always)